Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.